Tuesday, December 14, 2010

I am grateful beyond measure that my son David returned home safely from Iraq Saturday morning! After serving for a year over there, and before that, two, back-to-back deployments to Korea, he's back in the good, ole USA! I'm an incredibly proud mama, and grateful for all of the sacrifices our men and women, and their families, make for us every day!

I drove over to Ft. Stewart (near Savannah and where he is stationed for the next several months) for his welcome home ceremony and it was AWESOME! Very emotional and joyful, I either had a giant lump in my throat or was bawling (happy tears) the entire time!

About 200 soldiers from the 3rd ID came home and there were probably about 1,000 of us there to welcome them home, along with an Army band (playing patriotic music, of course).

Having Davey safely back from war is THE most wonderful, early Christmas present EVER!

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4 comments:

Awww Cindy..I didn't realize you had one in the service.I could of been praying for him!! Yeah he is home. I am sooo happy for you!!!!!My heart is exploding with happiness for you a momma having her son home!!Enjoy!!!

Celebrity Wedding Planner MINDY WEISS

My name is Cindy and I would really love to write that I live a glamorous, exotic and mysterious life, traveling the world and lounging on the beaches of Monte Carlo. In reality, I was a city-dwelling (DC and Atlanta) human resource executive for 25 years who gave that all up to become an independent artisan and farm hand.
I’ve officially joined the “country club,” that is, I’ve traded in my sleek convertible Thunderbird for a pickup truck, traffic snarls for unpaved roads, cocktail parties for working the pasture, and my gym membership for running screaming from snakes, bears, bobcats and wild boar! My old, daily routine of corporate hair, makeup and suits has been replaced with Crocs, Chapstick and bug spray and I spend my days creating treasures from my growing horde (obsession) of vintage textiles.
I will admit that occasionally, while cleaning the chicken coop (translation = mucking up the chicken poo), I nostalgically miss my pearls and heels, and wonder how I ended up here ~ then I think, pft!, my now rural, retro reality beats the rat race of my former urban life any day!